Her Time Draws Near
It was past Nine pm when my cell rang
The caller, my younger brother
baring bad news
He said ... Her time draws near
My heart sunk as his words rung
through me and I took a seat
At 81, her life who gave life to six
flashed before my eyes
a deep swallow
failed to relieve the knot in my throat
Her many illnesses have caught up with
her
Tired eyes and frail body, pictured
in my mind is all I have left of her
The options given in her most recent
doctor visit was of no real solutions
She would reject all to sustain life
which she felt would only quicken her passing
Suffered has she, and all I want to do now
is hold to her as she held me when life
was celebrated
She grows weaker and with every breath drawn
I now breathe for her
My most recent conversation with her
was for me to be happy
In this I felt her wishes would allow
me time to share of one who I love
that she has yet to meet
She saw life in me again, through weary eyes
A hopeful grin glowed upon her face
Her dreams for me were coming
true, Yet mine would not sustain her
The coming days will be her last
With luck maybe weeks
How does one say goodbye to life when
life is what they gave you
I need to be with her
Our time is short, but hers draws near
I love you mom, please don't go
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